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Yeah, yeah.
Its a no I.D. legendary production.

Twista..
I'm a giant, into science
rappin violence,
I'm such a tyrant.
Verbal is cuttin fellas to pieces,
hell of a thesis, but holy you could tell its from Jesus.
As good as Pelican is,
with the of a sorcerer, never put fork in a pork,
I'm the orchestra.
your formula,
cause im formin a of versus,
or its a chorus or more when i a forrest.
super powers Morphius, Orcious like the orical,
mp3 players let you play whats recordable.
Ledgendary like Trackster, not to bury a rapper,
I'm up for the beef, you a vegetarian actor.
Identification is have to go by me cause long as i dont got no I.D.
dont got no I.V.
Intravenously poetry I'ma give um,
They it was hot so check the media hype.

Most people waiting, no no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The [aint no escape yall]
the [no turin back, im here forever]

i the era where terra and recommendations
of wreckin the mic, respect a with no hesitation.
Meditation or not, I'm givin my to Allah,
thoughts of takin harder an throwin rocks at the Cahaba.
days is bout the dolla,
all of um into ballin, this sounds scannin the
you ask if its all appallin.
All the is saggin an swaggin an sellin drugs,
an the thug in tight pants an what to yes yall,
an, sometimes I cant help the when i kick random rhymes,
make you shut the up like sinuses or pantomimes,
a autograph for you as if you a fan of mine,
cause i got you trippin off the way my rhyme.
on my dictation is evident I'm benevolent,
cause the flow is elegant, throw an elephant.
They shoulda um that i flow like petroleum,
an i been cold at the podium break dancin on linoleum.

Most people waiting, no no escaping,
the heat. [aint no escape
The heat.
The heat. [Tracksta, no I.D.]
The heat. [mr immortality, im forever]

Coolin with the hustlers rum fish,
is crisp,
cant stand niggas an fake bitches.
make me upset my stomach,
them killas will come the bathroom an tie up yer hunny.
I'm all about my but fly Donald Goines a rat,
wit fly chicken tender loins.
You know it, you blow it, you gotta go,
you cant here, word to the mamas thats a no.
by dons an consularies,
dont get glarey, a might fall.
Dont you a good nigga, stay in that zone,
you speakin to a rich, rap nigga,
on his throne. yeah.
Kiss yer forehead lead,
i got some Chicago that do it quick fast for some bread.
An my lawyer, an prince,
slid to America with 3 bags of dope in bags.

Most people waiting, no no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The heat.
The heat.